More snow photos, actually I've now got so many snow pix you'll be seeing them all week.
How was your weekend? Did you still have snow? did you go out to play?
We still have lots and lots of the white stuff outside up here on Walton's Mountain. The exciting news was that the snow ploughs and gritters found us on Friday afternoon. I say this is exciting as it was a joy to behold.
Now normally the gritters go up and down this lane twice per day all through the winter. You just get used to the rumbly sound as they trundle past the house. Since we have had this heavy snow there has been a definate lack in the rumbling dept. Not a snow plough, not a gritter in sight. Hence me (and Idgy) being snowed in all week. Well I have come to the conclusion that gritters are like buses, only worse. Not one bloody gritter all week, then on Friday afternoon it was like a gritter convention. They were up and down this lane all afternoon, snow flying and grit, well grit being gritty I guess.
When I woke up on Saturday morning it was to brilliant sunshine. Light sparkling on the snow like an advert for Swiss holidays. Fab, and a gritted road – I could escape. I grabbed my phone and texted a friend and arranged to meet in town for coffee.
Now don't get me wrong here, I love my version of Walton's Mountain, this past week it has looked like the gateway to heaven for anyone who likes winter/Christmas and the picture perfect country look. Being holed up by the roaring stove watching movies and clutching a glass of sloe gin is the stuff of dreams. Yes, it is indeed, and the stuff of my dreams too, and I could burrow away like this all winter. However when you have a bored 12 year old on board who has even decided that school would be preferable to' watch with mother' (modern version – any dvd attractive to kids) and has eaten everything in the house, a line must be drawn.
Idgy goes off for the weekend with her Dad. I head into town in newly snow cleared Buggles. When I got to town I was amazed, people, people everywhere. Carol singers, Once in Royal David's City, the Salvation Army with shiny trumpets and ernest faces. To someone who had been devoid of company it was as if I had been tossed carelessly into a 'Where's Wally' picture.
Coffee and chat, what could be better. Coffee, chat and laughing so much you almost fall over, that's even better.
I went back up the mountain and felt okay with the world.
On Sunday I met Kiki for lunch and the silliness continued. I had picked the two friends I knew that really laugh, they 'get me', we just laugh and go into daft monologues, nutty ramblings and off the wall conversations.
They say 'Laughter is the best medicin', whoever 'they' are, they are right.
So it was back up the mountain for me last night, light the stove and curl up with a glass of Christmas Cheer in front of the roaring flames. Sit back and enjoy the heat. Outside there is still a foot of snow on the ground, but the road is clear.
Think over the chat, who'd have thought penguins could row from the antarctic, that dead wombats have a multitude of uses, and that there are just so many ways to make your own crackers!
It's friends that warm your life, it's laughter that keeps you breathing.